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Silence reigned in the Middle-jet as The Middleman, whose expression could best be described as chagrined, laid a course into the auto-pilot and Wendy, whose expression could best be described as incredibly pissed off, focused on changing the band-aids on her blistered hands.
It wasn't until they were in sight of Greenland that The Middleman tried breaking the awkward silence. "Wendy, I-"
Wendy cut him off by holding up a hand. "Don't say anything."
"But I-" He tried again with a grimace.
"Two words. Four sets," Wendy bit off. "Evil Santa. Toy Mines. Elf Costumes. Perky singing."
Someone had not had a good Christmas.
It wasn't until they were in sight of Greenland that The Middleman tried breaking the awkward silence. "Wendy, I-"
Wendy cut him off by holding up a hand. "Don't say anything."
"But I-" He tried again with a grimace.
"Two words. Four sets," Wendy bit off. "Evil Santa. Toy Mines. Elf Costumes. Perky singing."
Someone had not had a good Christmas.
